Ugh, I winced as my eyes were hurt by the fluorescent lights against the stark white walls. The smell wasn't much better. Where ever I was reeked of a mixture of bleach and sick people. My eyes adjusted to the unusually bright condition of the room and I took in my surroundings. This definitely was not Spenser's infirmary. Was I seriously in the hospital?
Think Kate, think. What happened? I remembered not feeling well. My head was pounding and I felt absolutely horrible, like a mac truck had drove right through me. So I went to the infirmary. I couldn't remember anything after that. Why was I in the frickin' hospital; it was only a fever! Right?
"Thank God you're awake." I turned around to see Sarah's form approaching. She embraced me in the tightest hug possible and I was even more confused than before, if that was even possible. "I was really worried about you."
"I don't understand, I just had a fever." Sarah shook her head and she pulled away from me. "What happened?"
Sarah took a seat at the foot of my bed. Her hands laid in her lap. She glanced down at her fingers as they fidgeted against the champagne material of her ball gown. "Kate, the doctor said that you had an allergic reaction. You weren't waking up and you didn't look like you were getting any better."
"An allergic reaction to what?"
"Spiders." As far as I knew I wasn't allergic to anything. I was no scientist, but I have never heard of an allergy coming out of the blue like that. Not something as specific as spiders, or fruit. That kind of stuff was known of at birth. I sat back, trying to take everything in. What the hell? I watched as Sarah looked back down at her hands. "There's something else Kate." I gave her my undivided attention as she looked up at me. Her innocent, sky blue eyes appeared sickened. Like something was hurting her.
I reached out, placing my hand on top of hers. "Sarah, I'm fine now. You don't have to be worried about me anymore."
She shook her head no and I became instantly curious. "Kate, Pogue was in an accident." My heart pounded incredibly loud in my chest. I could feel my ears ringing from the increased blood flow caused from my anxiety.
"Is he okay?"
"Yea, he's actually downstairs. They put him in a nice luxury room. He's awake." The ends of her mouth curled in a sweet smile. "He woke up asking about you."
I could not hide my smile. He's such an idiot. I chuckled a little and the panic slowly drained from my body. "I want to go see him." I got as far as pulling the blankets off of me before Sarah stopped me. I heard her rant on about how the doctors wanted me to rest some more. "Sarah, if it were Caleb do you really think you'd still be laying in this hospital bed?" She scrunched her face up and briefly left the room. Sarah pushed a wheelchair into the room and I frowned at her. "Oh come on, is this really necessary?"
"Wheelchair or nothing." I rolled my eyes and scooted out of bed and into the chair. It was much easier to just accept the aid and see my boyfriend than argue.
Room 5. Apparently there weren't many people that could afford luxury hospital suites. But the Sons of Ipswich always got the best of everything. Upon entering the room I could hear the boys whispering. I looked up to Sarah, who held a look of panic. She knocked on the door and all four boys' eyes were on us. I felt kind of weird, but why? Possibly because I was clearly interrupting an important conversation. I had felt this way a few times with the boys and I always responded with a big smile and a, "hi guys."
"Kate, you've got something on your face," Reid joked. This earned him a shove in the abdomen by Tyler. I sent him a questioning look. "Too soon I guess," He murmured as he was doubled over.
"We should go," Caleb suggested. He looked back at Pogue. "I'll see you later man."
"Alright." Reid and Tyler were the first to leave.
As Tyler left he leaned down and spoke softly. "Don't listen to this asshole," he pointed to Reid. I smiled and laughed and watched as Caleb sent me a smile and departed with Sarah. They were cute together. I'd have to remind her to thank me one day.
There was a silence that seemed to take up all of the space in the room. I didn't really need the wheelchair and I felt ridiculous in it, so I just stood and walked over to Pogue. I leaned down and kissed him. Nothing serious, just a simple peck on the lips. He clearly wanted me as he pulled me into a deeper, much more heartfelt kiss. I sat down beside him and smiled as I rested my hand on his bruised cheek.
"Are you okay?" I shook my head. Of course I was alright! He was the one with all the cuts and bruises.
"Yeah, the doctors said it was an allergic reaction. What's your diagnosis?"
"Nothing too serious. A couple scrapes and bruises."
"Don't scare me like that ever again." I warned him. He chortled and I glared at him. "I mean it Pogue. I almost had a heart attack when Sarah told me."
"Come here." He grabbed my hand, kindly pulling me down toward my usual spot in between his muscular arm and beautiful six pack. He kissed my forehead, which was somewhat out of character for him. He was really sweet, but we hadn't been nearly as romantic as the first year we dated. Our honeymoon phase had run its course and it was both of our faults. "I'm sorry Kate. I love you and I'll always want to protect you."